I was wearing a ultra short black leather mini skirt, a tight leopard print low cut top, which revealed my cleavage entrapped by my pink lacy bra (with matching panties). The straps of my 6 inch leopard stiletto heels were securely padlocked around my ankles. Recently I had been often going to the local park dressed in suggestive clothing such as this and sitting on a bench across from the snack kiosk. I would already have placed a handcuff key close to a bench just by the main kiosk, and then I would go sit a short distance away. From out of my handbag, I would nervously take my packet of cigarettes and light one to calm my nerves. Sometimes the call to my mobile came quickly and suddenly. At other times I might be sat here for hours on end. Whenever the call came it was my cue to take the two pairs of cuffs out of my handbag, quickly secure my heels together and then struggle to handcuff my wrists behind my back.
I then would then work up the nerve to get up off the bench and walk while chained to retrieve the key from the kiosk.
I had chained my ankles together allowing me to walk in a ladylike fashion, but unable to stride out or run, and began the journey towards the kiosk. When I reached the bench there was no key. I immediately had a panic attack – I continued to look for the key when the employee's door opened and four young women came out. They asked if I were looking for something – I knew I had been caught - they had seen me before on the security cameras and were ready for me. One girl waved the missing key in my direction. 'Looking for this sweetie? She then finished her cigarette, put my key in her pocket and went back inside the kiosk. The remaining girls told me how cute I looked and that they hoped I would enjoy my new life as a woman - they were not returning the key and they were going to call security if I did not leave.
I hid in the outdoor ladies toilet. After 2 hours and still securely locked in my ankle chains, I finally called my wife to come and rescue me - when she arrived she demanded to know just what was going on. I told her everything about my crossdressing history and what I was secretly doing during the week. I told her my about my entire clothing and bondage stash and she just sat there without saying a word for a very long time. Then she said that she had known all along and had been waiting for the perfect opportunity to teach me how to be her submissive ladyboy slave. Then she found my ball gag and proceeded to put it on me and then she locked it tight. She told me to stay outside her car. I obeyed.
She got back out with extra handcuffs and shackles. She told me to meet her back at the bench near the kiosk.
She drove her car to the end of car park and waited for me to walk over. I knew that this was getting into a serious situation. When I got to the bench she told me to sit down and then she used the handcuffs and shackles to chain me to the bench. She said if I wanted to be a woman then she was going to help me. I was now securely fastened to the bench. She then returned to her car, turned around and said "Have a nice life you pathetic little worm, from now on you are going to be my permanent housemaid whore" and then she got in her car and drove off leaving me totally helpless and stranded.
Later the women came back out for a cigarette break and then called security who called the police. They arrived and unlocked the cuffs attached to the bench but were unable to remove my original bondage and ball gag because they did not use standard keys. I was given a caution and told to leave the area. I had no way to remove my gag and I had to walk the 5 miles home in my 6 inch padlocked heels. It took me nearly three and a half hours to arrive home and when I finally entered, the house was in darkness. I found a note on the table stating that we were through as a couple and she would start my whore training the following week. As long as I would be an obedient girl, she would not reveal all my personal detail and advertise me as a willing slut on the internet.
My Punishment
I went to the kitchen drawer where I kept an emergency key hidden away, but only found another note saying that I looked really great in chains and that I would have to wear them for a little while longer.
The note stated that from now on I would be living life that way for the rest of my life. I was exhausted and fell asleep on the settee that night.
The next morning I started cutting my way out of the gag (it took all morning). I found that my wife had taken all the tools that would have made my task so much simpler. By now I was feeling very vulnerable and extremely chastised. But now I was about to discover just exactly what my punishment was going to be. When I entered my bedroom I found that every item of men's clothing I owned had been removed, and replaced with my collection of women's clothes – now hung up in my wardrobe on full display. In addition, she had also added a few items of very provocative patent leather and pvc mini- skirts and several extremely revealing low cut blouses.
When I looked in my former sock drawers I discovered that she had left me all her lingerie, stockings and tights and another note saying that I would not need any men's clothes any more now that I was a woman.
The note went on to say that I was to meet her wearing the clothes, make up, jewellery and wig that she had prepared for me in the spare bedroom. If I did not comply then she would release all my details to everyone I knew - including family, friends and work colleagues.
As I approached the spare bedroom with trepidation not knowing just how far my wife was intending to utterly humiliate me, I spotted a little parcel in front of the bedroom door. So far she had completely embarrassed me for hours in public – just what did she have in mind?
I picked up the package and on the back was yet another message – Wear This Before You Enter the Spare Bedroom!! With trembling fingers I opened the package to discover a combination steel chastity device complete with 7 inch pink butt plug, tight testicle pouch, and thin yet sturdy pink leather straps, belt and padlock. Knowing that my wife was deadly serious about revealing me to all and sundry, I had no choice but to bend over and insert the plug up my rectum and then encapsulate my balls. Finally I inserted my penis into the steel tube.
I put on the belt and clipped the pink straps to the D ring which was designed to be behind my back. Finally, as instructed, I pressed the padlock behind my back firmly shut and now I was utterly at her mercy.
